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[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato scribbles out and leaves a couple of notes with Bar as he enters today.



Autor.

Consider this an open invitation to visit the Digital World, if you want. We're on File Island right now, and it's pretty safe, one or two territorial Kuwagamon notwithstanding.

Come find me if you feel like it. Or if you don't feel like it and just want a rematch. Either/or.

- Y.



Cisco.

Got those notes about the contact lenses from Koushiro. Don't say I never give you anything.

- Y.

Included with the note is a notepad full of designs and notes on contact lenses that record and log visual data, including how to calibrate them to pick up on things like movement, electromagnetic distortions, or infrared rays. The notes are not very well-organised at all.


With those notes left, he and Tsunomon settle near the fire, with Yamato sprawling on the sofa while Tsunomon settles on his stomach. Before long, there's the sound of a harmonica playing, running through a few slow, melancholic versions of 80s hits.

Comments

[herr_bookman]

"Oh," Autor says, immediately after reading the note. "Oh, yes."

He tracks down Yamato immediately, greeting him with a raised hand and a curt nod that suits near-teenagers everywhere. "Yamato," Autor says, settling into the chair opposite the sofa. "I'm absolutely interested in both visiting the Digital World and beating you to a pulp."

Also, hi.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

This is what Yamato likes to hear! Autor gets a similarly curt nod in response, as Yamato pulls the harmonica away from his mouth.

"We should probably do the beating after the Digital World, and not try to combine the two," Yamato says, very pragmatically. "The last time I tried fighting someone on the island, a snowman separated us."

[herr_bookman]

"A snowman?" Autor says, steeping his voice in sarcasm. Truth be told, he's ready to vibrate out of his skin with happiness, though he doesn't move except to place his hands in his lap. "I think this will be a most excellent venture. We can absolutely save the beating until afterward. When do you want to leave?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Like a man, but made of snow," Yamato supplies, helpfully.

He rolls his shoulders, putting the harmonica away and curling an arm around Tsunomon as he stands. "We can go now. I was getting the lay of the land from the cliffs near camp, there's a good enough view there for you to pick out where you want to go."

[herr_bookman]

"Tch, I know what a snowman is," Autor says, folding his arms. The blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile shows, however, that he's highly amused. "Yes, let's. I'm ready to leave immediately."

To demonstrate that, he stands.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Good. Come with me, then," Yamato says, returning the smile with a very brief one of his own, before heading to the door.

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye approaches Yamato's sofa from her door, paperwork in hand. She was originally looking for a place to sit, but the creature sitting on the young man's stomach arrests her attention. She's seen t pair before. "Excuse me," she says, stopping in front of them. "But what manner of animal is that?"

Her bearing screams military, from the straight-backed posture to the uncompromising gaze to the navy blue uniform with grey trim.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives her a quick glance -- the uniform isn't one he recognises, and it doesn't look like one from his world, or at least not his time, he notes -- and puts the harmonica away, sitting up.

"Ah, he's not an animal, exactly," he says. "This is Tsunomon. He's a kind of information based lifeform."

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye's gaze travels from Yamato's face to Tsunomon's, and back to the young man's. "Information based? What do you mean?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"It's a bit difficult to explain," Yamato says, a touch wryly, given how many times he's tried and failed to explain how Digimon work. "Long story short, he's from a world made of data, and all the people there are creatures like him. Or -- not like him, exactly, but made of data like he is."

[deadeye_shot]

"And this data is information?" Hawkeye says, not quite getting it yet. "Why then does he appear to have a physical form?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I, er, kind of don't have a good answer to that that isn't 'magic,' sorry."

Explaining these things is usually Koushiro's job, but Yamato's pretty sure even he might struggle with the 'how do Digimon have physical form outside the Digital World' question.

Yamato sets Tsunomon aside and stands up, settling into an upright stance not all that dissimilar from Hawkeye's own, and offers a hand.

"I'm Yamato. Nice to meet you."

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye takes in the stance with interest. She shakes Yamato's hand with her gloved one. "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. A pleasure. And you, too, Tsunomon. Does he speak?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"He can, but he's not much of a talker."

Tsunomon, for his part, only looks slightly wary, but he's not saying anything just yet.

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye's gaze flicks to Tsunomon again, before returning to Yamato's face. "Understood. I won't press. Are you from an Earth? Is he?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I am. Japan, specifically, an island country in the southern hemisphere," Yamato says. "But Tsunomon isn't. His world's connected to my version of Earth, though. I take it you're not from an Earth?"

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is at the counter ordering raw calamari when he gets Yamato's note and the notepad. Flipping through it, Cisco grins wide.

Looking around, he eventually spots Yamato and is soon heading over with the notepad, the squid, and a baby porg in a basket.

"Yam my man, what's happening?" Cisco greets as he flops down into a nearby arm chair.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"... Did you just give me the same nickname as a tuber?" Yamato asks. "Hey. And hey, Porgtaro, too."

Beat.

"Oh, er, Tsunomon, Cisco, Cisco, Tsunomon. The two've you have met before, I'm guessing, but Tsunomon won't remember you."

[makes_the_toys]

"Just testing it out, still working for that right one." Since 'Brangelina' is no longer in use now.

"Hey, you've got your own puffball, too," he says, smiling and he waves at Tsunomon, then holds the basket of porg closer to be seen. "Tsunomon, this is G.P."

The porg stares, wide-eyed from its nest inside the basket.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"He looks more like you every day," Yamato says.

"It's striking," Tsunomon says.

"It is," Yamato agrees. "What does G.P. even stand for?"

[makes_the_toys]

"I'll give you that only because consensus says that he's cute." And obviously Cisco is very cute himself.

He grins when Tsunomon speaks up, then answers Yamato's question.

"Guinea-Puff. These things are obviously some freak hybrid between a guinea pig and a puffin."

The porg stares for a long moment unblinking, then suddenly starts to squawk. Cisco sets the basket down and grabs the small bowl of squid bar gave him. Using chopsticks, and totally not looking, Cisco feeds the porg one of the squid.

"There's also a chance that it might be a spawn of Satan."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Right, but I'm the one with the literal naming problem, Guy Who Just Mashed Two Animals Together."

So unfair.

"... Well, he definitely eats like he came straight from Hell."

[makes_the_toys]

"That's a completely acceptable scientific form of naming an animal!" he exclaims. "It's the classic and elegant system used when hybrids are involved. Liger. Tigon. Zonkey. Grolar Bear."

He ticks each off on his fingers, then serves up another squid when the porg starts squawking again.

"I put the original and personal touch on it by using just his initials."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"By that logic, he should be Guffin."

Yamato's tone would suggest he does not think 'Guffin' is a winner of a name.

"Anyway, you got the notes I left for you, right? Courtesy of twenty minutes of hurried scribbling from Koushiro during which none of us could talk to him."

He sounds fairly fond, at least.

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco's face says he doesn't like that name, either.

"I had to take creative license, because neither Guffin nor Puffinea Pig were acceptable."

Clearly those are both just bad.

Switching focus, he lifts up the notepad and nods.

"I did, thanks. You were right, these are definitely the scribblings of a lunatic, but it might actually be fun to sort it out and put it all together."